Crape myrtle is so dazzling that it will become the focus of the world wherever it goes.
This guy was originally the reincarnation of Emperor Ziwei, wearing a purple gold dragon robe to hunt and hunting, and stepping on colorful auspicious cloud boots, but this guy did not coquettish the crown of Pingtian.
Despite this, he deservedly became the perfect Taoist companion for female monks.
Putting aside his handsomeness, putting aside his monstrous mana, and putting aside the forces behind him, his dad alone is enough to make countless girls untie their clothes.
As the legendary king of the human race, after cultivating for more than 1,800 years, he has far surpassed Zhanzun and killed immortal-level powerhouses.
All the human races are looking forward to it, looking forward to whether Guo Ming can immediately preach and fight against high-level gods and spirits once he is united.
No one doubted Kuo's testimony, not even his opponents openly acknowledged.
With the appearance of the Yellow Emperor and the prohibition of the strong men of the Dao Dao, a new generation began to grow.
Crape Myrtle is one of the best, his reputation was not weak back then, and with the escape of the elderly, Crape Myrtle faintly became the strongest and strongest.
When Ziwei made that pose, some of the girls couldn't help but scream.
Not only do they not think that Ziwei lacks a tutor, but on the contrary, they think that Ziwei is reckless and a real man.
There are some things you have to admit that no matter how good you are, the girl in your mind still thinks you're pretentious.
On the contrary, no matter what she does, the rich and handsome in her mind is perfect in her eyes.
Is there fairness in this world?
You're more handsome than me, which in itself is an injustice.
But what can you do, what can you do Naturally, it was not ordinary people who could be despised by Ziwei, it was a young man in a black robe, and there was a terrible scar on his face, which ran through his neck.
With a disdainful smile on his face, he sneered: "Ziwei, the last defeat at your hands was just an exception, and this time I let you fall here." ” "Invincible belief is not something that comes from words."
Ziwei snorted coldly, and said with a proud expression, "I was able to beat you back then and vomit blood, and I can do the same today." ” "Ziwei, you just have a good father, if you don't have the support of the Prime Minister's Pavilion, what are you going to do to fight with me" The black-robed young man looked very angry.
"I never deny that I have a good father, but that's my capital."
Ziwei said flatly, "How far a monk can go is related to his father's clan, but it is not an absolute relationship.
Gai Tianxia is not talented, but he has become one of the top powerhouses, why is it because he has an undefeated heart. ” "Hmph."
The black-robed young man snorted, but he didn't make a sound.
"Zhou Zhen, you disappointed me too much, you must know that your entire clan died indirectly at the hands of the General Xiangge.
Now the heir of the Xiangge is here, but you don't dare to make a move, what's the point of your life" A cold voice came, and a huge wind wrenched from afar.
And in the midst of that wind, a young man in white was coming with a jade face.
The devastating Gangfeng did not have any effect on his body, but instead became a close element.
There was a strong person who looked at it with the eyes of the law, and found that the strong man had assimilated with the wind element, and he couldn't see his body clearly at all.
"That's the Wind Spirit."
"Known as the strongest disciple of the Wind Clan for hundreds of millions of years, he has cultivated himself and cultivated himself, and it is said that he once fought with the strong man of the Dao Cutting Dao without defeat."
"It's terrible, it's only been a long time, but in five hundred years, the new generation has reached such a point."
"Who says no, their generation can compete with the older generation."
"I'm old."
"Do you say that the wind spirit can fight against crape myrtle," someone asked curiously.
"Ziwei naturally doesn't need to say it, but Feng Ling hasn't tasted defeat since he was born, it's hard to say."
"Crape myrtle is dead."
The wind spirit stirred the Nine Heavens Gang Wind and stepped on the sky above Ziwei.
That's an insult, because the state at this point is condescending.
Ziwei snorted coldly, her eyes burst out with terrifying starlight, and the light of her eyes hooked the avenue of heaven and earth, hooked hundreds of millions of stars, and burst out with a power that shocked the world.
Rushing towards the galaxy, the powerful force swayed upwards with a fearless momentum, like an ancient canopy vibrating its wings, directly shattering the Nine Heavens.
Feng Ling's face changed slightly, and he couldn't step on that foot no matter what.
Immediately afterwards, he felt an unpredictable force of the Dao Rules, which made his body unstable, the Gangfeng was shattered, and his body was directly swept into the air.
Ziwei went up against the sky, stepped out, clicked, the heavens and the earth boomed, and it was cut off, and countless destructive forces appeared at the fault, almost not involving the wind spirit.
The wind spirit's face was very unsightly, his hands were stretched out, and the power of the criss-crossing wind was stirring, the heavens and the earth were uneasy, and all things wailed.
The nine winds surrounded Ziwei, Ziwei's complexion did not change, her body swayed, she exerted her myriad powers, turned into the wind of heaven and earth, and disappeared around.
"Ah, how did he disappear," someone exclaimed.
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"Ever-changing, one of Guo Ming's amazing powers has reappeared."
There are still people who know the goods.
"Is it scary," the man asked.
"Cultivating to the extreme, you can incarnate into the stars of the universe, do you say it's powerful?"
The wind spirit's face was as usual, and a pair of eyes turned into two whirlwinds, and two yellow rays of light pierced through the heavens and the earth.
"The eye of the wind looks through the source, give me the present."
The Wind Spirit roared.
Ziwei's body was forced out, but then he jumped up, turned into a vast star, and fell from the sky.
The form is infinitely extended, but the coercion is immense, making people feel hopeless.
One by one, the monks fell from the sky, looking at the star with pale faces, and their hearts were shocked.
"Wind Blade, break it for me."
A huge horse slashed across the sky, slashing fiercely between heaven and earth, directly breaking through heaven and earth, shattering yin and yang.
Both tangible and intangible, all are broken.
It is a kind of mystery that destroys all obstacles, even heaven and earth cannot stop it.
Ziwei turned into a form, calmly looked at the wind spirit opposite, and said, "The son of the wind, it really lives up to its name."
"After fighting until now, Ziwei has to face this young man.
Feng Ling smiled slightly, he had already found his rhythm, and let out a long whistle, which caused the sound to take place all over the world.
The rolling wind cracked the sky and shattered thousands of mountains and rivers.
Stepping on the wind, the wind spirit turned into an indestructible wind blade and slashed at Ziwei.
Ziwei did not retreat but advanced, the dragon robe on his body was fierce, a green silk spread down, his hands were superimposed with countless magic seals, and when the other party was about to enter the body, it directly hit the sky.
Tiangong wept, and one after another divine thunder swept across the world and landed in the world.
A huge divine thunder poured down and slashed at the wind spirit.
The wind spirit's face remained unchanged, and he let the divine thunder fall on his body.
Hearing a bang, not only did the wind spirit have nothing to do, but the momentum became more and more powerful.
"Let's die" The wind spirit slashed directly on Ziwei's body.
Ziwei's body instantly turned into a haze, his body was infinitely elongated, and the other side seemed to extend to the endless end.
Some people exhaled, thinking that something had happened to Ziwei.
There are also people who are overjoyed, and there are not a few people who Guo Ming offended back then.
In addition, Ziwei acted too high-profile, which made many people unable to look at it.
Weak people deserve sympathy at all times, and they can easily find similar kinds, so it is natural for them to huddle together.
They don't think about their own reasons, they just complain.
"The power of the wind, shatter his origin for me."
The terrifying black kamikaze spread out from the wind spirit's body, and then directly connected to Ziwei's body.
Ziwei's countless phantoms instantly became shattered, and with a bang, one after another afterimages actually burned, and the black divine wind was twisted in it, which further fueled his might.
Soon, heaven and earth were destitute, and there was nothing left.
Some of the girls cried out.
"How is that possible?"
"Ziwei won't die, I don't believe it."
"I don't believe either, Ziwei has not been defeated since her debut, how can she be defeated today" "Ziwei, come out quickly" That was the call in the hearts of countless girls, but unfortunately Ziwei did not really appear as they wished.
It seems that he has really fallen.
The wind spirit was suspended in mid-air, he frowned secretly, and his huge divine sense scanned the surroundings coldly.
He didn't believe that Ziwei had fallen so easily.
You must know that Ziwei is Guo Ming's son, not to mention the inheritance of so many strong people in Xiangge, Guo Ming's inheritance alone is enough for him to drink a pot.
If you want to say that he died, I'm afraid no one will believe it.
After a few moments, many monks seemed to believe that Ziwei had really fallen.
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Their hearts suddenly became heavy, and they understood that if Ziwei really died at the hands of the wind spirit, I was afraid that there would be a bloody battle in the human race.
Never trust a verbal promise.
There are so many families, and they value their heirs more than treasures.
It's good that they won, but once they lose, then a stab in the back is inevitable.
Of course, they won't do it openly, after all, the words of the Yellow Emperor are still in their ears.
Ziwei, as Guo Ming's son, the heir of Xiangge, died in the hands of Feng Ling.
I'm afraid no one will believe that the Prime Minister's Pavilion will give up.
"Is it dead, why do I feel that he is a little weak" Feng Ling muttered to himself, he didn't have much fear, as a martial artist, if he was afraid of this and that, how to get to the end.
Zhou Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then a puzzled look appeared in his eyes, and he said in a low voice: "How can it be that Ziwei's strength seems to have decreased a little."
He wasn't that weak last time."
Feng Ling's sense of hearing was so keen, he reacted immediately, a flush surged across his face, and he said angrily: "Ziwei, what do you mean?"
"Haha, I didn't expect that one of my incarnations still can't help you.
Since he can't do it, I'll clean you up myself.
The sky shattered, and a large golden hand covered the sky and the sun, grabbing at the wind spirit
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